There was a time when I didn’t have to choose— or at least it did not feel so difficult.

I cannot stop thinking about what Angie would feel if she sat here. Life is difficult enough to, on top of it, have to spend time in this kind of place.

I choose saying good bye and thank you. I am too old school to make videos about it..

How many reminders are needed? Without half the population, the other would not exist. Why is it so difficult to understand?

What’s the worst that could happen if we said “no”?

How can you say you are successful? What makes it real?

This post is about work, even if it does not seem so.

Two years ago I took time to read. Last year I quit my job to write.

Why would someone quit a good position in a very good company after so many years?

My father was a pirate, and my mother was a sad girl locked in a tower.  

How was I supposed to live with that?